1 All things were as quiet in the Temple as ever I had seen them.
2 I left a note for you at each of the Temple gates, on the chance.
3 We had left Barnard's Inn more than a year, and lived in the Temple.
4 It was between twelve and one o'clock when I reached the Temple, and the gates were shut.
5 It was daylight when we reached the Temple, and I went at once to bed, and lay in bed all day.
6 The few who were passing passed on their several ways, and the street was empty when I turned back into the Temple.
7 It was soon done, and the boat was brought round to the Temple stairs, and lay where I could reach her within a minute or two.
8 We loitered down to the Temple stairs, and stood loitering there, as if we were not quite decided to go upon the water at all.
9 I went straight back to the Temple, where I found the terrible Provis drinking rum and water and smoking negro-head, in safety.
10 Alterations have been made in that part of the Temple since that time, and it has not now so lonely a character as it had then, nor is it so exposed to the river.
11 Turning from the Temple gate as soon as I had read the warning, I made the best of my way to Fleet Street, and there got a late hackney chariot and drove to the Hummums in Covent Garden.
12 Pursuing the narrow intricacies of the streets which at that time tended westward near the Middlesex shore of the river, my readiest access to the Temple was close by the river-side, through Whitefriars.
13 As it was a raw evening, and I was cold, I thought I would comfort myself with dinner at once; and as I had hours of dejection and solitude before me if I went home to the Temple, I thought I would afterwards go to the play.
14 There were states of the tide when, having been down the river, I could not get back through the eddy-chafed arches and starlings of old London Bridge; then, I left my boat at a wharf near the Custom House, to be brought up afterwards to the Temple stairs.
15 As it seldom happened that I came in at that Whitefriars gate after the Temple was closed, and as I was very muddy and weary, I did not take it ill that the night-porter examined me with much attention as he held the gate a little way open for me to pass in.
16 There being to my knowledge a respectable lodging-house in Essex Street, the back of which looked into the Temple, and was almost within hail of my windows, I first of all repaired to that house, and was so fortunate as to secure the second floor for my uncle, Mr. Provis.
17 I had believed in the best parlor as a most elegant saloon; I had believed in the front door, as a mysterious portal of the Temple of State whose solemn opening was attended with a sacrifice of roast fowls; I had believed in the kitchen as a chaste though not magnificent apartment; I had believed in the forge as the glowing road to manhood and independence.
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